Modern Sounds in Old​-​Time Music

by Greenwood & Burns

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Dan Greenwood & Jeff Burns began collaborating in March of 2014 with the aim of building arrangements for traditional songs, and Jeff's originals, around a primarily old-time core. Their music is not exactly traditional old-time, however, as the duo incorporates liberal doses of electric amplification along with instrumental and stylistic appropriations from other musical cultures.

The result aspires to be music that speaks to both tradition and modernity, honoring their sources for these songs & ideas, the musicians & archivists who work to preserve them and keep traditional music alive & well, and the visionaries who've brought those traditional musics to pop audiences over the past 50 years and more.

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released January 12, 2015

All music performed by Dan Greenwood and Jeff Burns. That includes banjos, mandolins, gadgets, harps, clarinets, flutes, fifes, drums, cymbals, whistles, washboards, buckets, brushes, basses, washtubs, guitars, shovels, ukes, guiros, and animals.

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Greenwood & Burns make old music for modern times... or maybe modern music for old times.

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Track Name: Trying Times
TRYING TIMES

Trying times,
When you walk to work with the holes in your shoes.
There's no breadlines,
But you can't afford to drink away the blues,

That is, unless you choose.

And your mind,
Is crushed beneath a months rent or two.
It’s almost a crime,
That there’s no rug to slip from under you.

Sometimes, it feels like a zoo

But you have to try,
And you'll get by.
Count enough nickles, you got a subway ride.

Walkin' the line,
Because another ticket would be the death of you.
Waitin' for that sign,
Tired of redefining soon.

Time will make circles around you

You stay inside,
Cuz saving money is a popular thing to do.
Surfing through websites,
Lookin' for hyperbole in the news.

There must be something else to do.

Well Don't be shy,
Put on a crazy tie,
Every night is a chance to make shit up on the fly

Well don't be shy,
Put on a crazy tie,
You gotta try some new things during these trying times.
Track Name: There You Go Again
Lyrics:

There you go
There you go again
You shouldn’t have stolen that plane
From those angry Mexicans

There you go
There you go again
You called yourself a pilot
But you never learned to land

There you go
Your’a crazy crook
Flying high
For a second look

There you go
With me in toe
Here we go
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There you go
Throwin’ bottles at friends
You even threw the game
For a stack of ben franklins

There you go
Stealing tips from the bar
The only keys you have
Are for scraping paint off cars

There you go
Your'a crazy crook
We’re out of fuel
And pretty god forsook

There you go
With me in tow,
Aw hell, here I go

There I go
There I go again
Woke up in a stolen car
Sitting next to a dead man

So I drove
Drove to Michigan
Pushed that crate in the lake
Never spoke of it again

There I go
I’m a crazy crook
Flying lies
And pretty god forsook

Now how’d I get
To be this way?
My mind is clay

There I go
There I go again
Shouldn’t have hung out
With the wrong kind of friends
Track Name: The Aroostook War Fighting Song
Lyrics:
The Aroostook War Fighting Song


We are marching on to Madawask,
To fight the trespassers;
We’ll teach the British how to walk
And come off conquerors.

We’ll have our land, right good and clear,
For all the English say;
They shall not cut another log,
Nor stay another day.

Ye husbands, fathers, brothers and sons
Fort Kent needs you to pick up your guns
March to the bugle and the fife
March up North to the sound of the beating drum.

They need not think to have our land,
We Yankees can fight well
We’ve whipped them twice most manfully,
As every child a’can tell.

And if the tyrants say one word,
A third time we will show
How high the Yankee spirit runs,
And what our guns can do.

Ye husbands, fathers, brothers and sons
Presque Aisle needs you to pick up your guns
March to the bugle and the fife
March up North to the sound of the beating drum.

They better much all stay at home,
And mind their business there;
The way we treated them before,
Made all the nations stare.

Come on! Brace fellows one and all
The red coats ne’er shall say,
We Yankees, feared to meet them armed,
So gave our land away.

Ye husbands, fathers, brothers and sons
Frenchville needs you to pick up your guns
March to the bugle and the fife
March up North to the sound of the beating drum.

We’ll feed them well with ball and shot,
We’ll cut those red coats down,
Before we yield to them a single inch
Or the titles to our ground.

Onward! My lads so brave and true
With o ur country’s right demands
With justice and with glory fight
For these Aroostook lands!

Ye husbands, fathers, brothers and sons
Caribou needs you to pick up your guns
March to the bugle and the fife
March up North to the sound of the beating drum.

Ye husbands, fathers, brothers and sons
Easton needs you to pick up your guns
March to the bugle and the fife
March up North to the sound of the beating drum.

Ye husbands, fathers, brothers and sons
Alagash needs you to pick up your guns
March to the bugle and the fife
March up North to the sound of the beating drum.

Ye husbands, fathers, brothers and sons
Van Buren needs you to pick up your guns
March to the bugle and the fife
March up North and we’ll win this fight